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Updated: June 29, 2025
Bending over he bellowed at Hans, making his words jumble together. Hans looked blank and shook his head. Stan scowled at him. Then he got a bright idea. He looked over at Domber and beckoned to him. Domber came over. He was shorter than Hans. Stan reached down and bellowed: "Get up and I'll show you how to adjust this type of supercharger!" He even gave Herr Domber a hand up on the step.
He was having as free a hand as though he had been working in a shop of the Eighth Air Force. Some of the men scowled at him, but most of them just watched with interest and with something else. Stan guessed they were eagerly waiting for the trap to spring. Then they could have a big laugh on the dumb Yank. The supercharger parts were about installed in the ship. Stan checked the gasoline supply.
If he could interest Domber without giving away any secrets, he might be given a chance to escape. "You were flying a P-51, a Mustang, the British call it." "Yes." "This ship has some very interesting equipment on it, some typically American improvements." "Just what features do you mean?" Stan asked. "I operate a plane factory. We have been experimenting with a supercharger.
"My experts could do this, but it might take several weeks and we do not have that much time. We have such a ship as this one. All we need is a supercharger to make it the best ship in the world. Naturally I am anxious and do not wish to lose any time." "I'll need an English-speaking helper. I may have to have parts made and I do not run a lathe," Stan said. Herr Domber called a man over to him.
As he roared over the rooftops, Stan leaned back and laughed. He would have to fly low because the high-level dual supercharger was not working. All he had done was adjust the regular carburization system. He had not taken chances on his work on the high-altitude machinery. There were no Nazi planes in the air. There had been no alert.
He grimaced, grateful that the supercharger on his airsuit filtered out some of the smell which the thin air carried. He'd thought he was familiar with human misery from his own Earth slum background. But there was no attempt to disguise it here.
Stan worked on the supercharger all that afternoon and convinced himself that he could fit it together and make it work. Toward evening Herr Domber came back. He halted beside the bench and looked at the machinery there. "You have had some success?" "I don't know," Stan said innocently. "I'll have to try it out on the ship." "Certainly," Domber agreed. "Of course.
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